.32 Blues

.32 Blues - Chris Duarte Group

I'm just here to get that money

Just this favor and it ain't for me honey

So get your man we'll make this quick

Lord I see you ain't feeling too slick

You said he'd be back 'bout an hour ago

Oh you look so bad

I can't hang here no more

Feel that breeze by that back door

Lord this house is a killing floor

Oh he swung that bat right at my head

Just one more inch and I'd be dead

So I put him down then I turned to you

Now I'm looking down the hole of an old 32

My whole life passed before my eyes

Just one look at your dark surprise

Oh you look so sick

When you pulled that trigger

Lord I swear I'll walk if I hear that click

Yeah I walked away and I never looked back

Just desperate souls in a broke down shack

So I walked one mile in my own shoes

Now you know I've got

Oh I've got these 32 blues